She reluctantly went over to support Feng Buwen, but there was not much spiritual energy in her palm. Feng Buwen only lowered her head and supported the sword, weakly said: "Stop, stop Big Brother Xie..."

But now that both of them are injured, the remaining killers have surrounded them, facing each other.

And the position of that sword is extremely dangerous, how dare Rong Deng let him go? But the aura gathered and dispersed, and she began to panic uncontrollably, only the blood that was seeping out in front of her eyes.

What can be used, what to do, how can this happen...

Rong Deng's fingertips trembled, she suddenly remembered something, and immediately took it out and swallowed it.

It's the two spirit essence pills.

I'm sorry...you said you told me not to eat any more.

But, I can't do it!

Such a big hole, next to the heart...

Will it die without bleeding? !

Rong Deng was crying in his heart. Familiar spiritual energy surged out from the limbs and bones. After she had completely recovered her body and then ate this stuff, she realized that there was a faint burning pain at the source of the spirit.

She pulled Feng Buwen's palm, palms facing each other, and quickly treated him. The horses immediately blocked him, Rong Deng blocked a sword, Xiao Wuhe chuckled, "Don't worry about them."

Rong Deng couldn't guess what this guy was going to do, but the unheard of injuries at the moment were important.

At the same time, Xiao Wuhe stood in front of Xie Qingmu, very close to him, his originally gentle face was now full of desire and ambition.

He was half-smiling: "Big Brother Xie, you didn't have to die so many people."

Xie Qingmu's eyes were blood red, and he stared at the familiar face, as if a knife had pierced through his heart. Xiao Wuhe, who was dressed in black, was not the elegant son he used to be after all.

Or maybe, this "once" never really existed.

"Why?" There were thousands of words in his throat, crushed into **** by the pain, and he could only ask these three words.

"Why? Hahahahaha," Xiao Wuhe had already held the sword on his neck, "Xie Qingmu, you are so naive, my surname is Xiao, guess what is the concubine of His Royal Highness, who is with me? relation?"

What? !

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, even Rong Deng was stunned.

When she checked the characters from the system, she didn't find that Fengyue Villa was connected with Concubine Xiao!

Xie Qingmu stared at Xiao Wuhe's eyes, the two faced each other in silence, but there was always a smile on Xiao Wuhe's mouth.

Xie Qingmu's robe was soaked with blood in several places, and when the cold wind blew, it was cold and numb.

He saw that in his eyes, from the beginning to the end, there was a desire to kill, like a beast that was about to catch its prey, calm but fanatical.

There was no sympathy, guilt, or remorse at all.

Not the slightest fluctuation.

Xie Qingmu finally gave up.

He suddenly laughed, very mocking, and seemed to think that he was too naive.

At this time, he still hoped that the murderer would be merciful, and also hoped that those friendships in the past would be somewhat sincere, so that he could save his life and listen to his son calling him "Dad".

It's ridiculous, ask the murderer for mercy.

Two black birds suddenly flew up in the deep forest, heading towards the moonlit night, and a thin figure emerged from the forest.

Holding the dagger, Zhao Chian ran towards Xiao Wuhe without calling anyone, but the remaining killers were not stupid and restrained him instantly.

"Father!" Zhao Chian hoarsely said, "Let go of him, let go of me, daddy!"

Xie Qingmu's eyes stopped, he didn't move, Xiao Wuhe's sword was still against his neck.